Morning.
The skyline was tinged with a layer of pale dawn.
This jungle of steel and concrete remained immersed in the tranquility of dawn.
The city's pulse had yet to beat, with only sanitation trucks occasionally passing by, playing looping music.
"Ah——"
Xiao Shuai yawned as he walked out of the bedroom, his eyes half-closed, his hair a messy bird's nest.
When his gaze habitually swept across the living room, his entire being froze in place like a wooden stake.
The unfinished yawn in his throat was forcefully swallowed back down.
The remnants of his drowsiness instantly vanished.
By the window at the front of the living room, a figure was quietly doing a handstand.
It wasn't the acrobatic handstand common in circuses, but a pose that defied the common sense of physics.
The whole body was astonishingly balanced on a single index finger planted on the floor, rising and falling up and down.
